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I presume this story is appropriate to post here.  If not, I apologize.  I
am osting it on behalf of the author.  Any comments are welcome, and
should be sent to him directly.  Enjoy!

A DAY AT THE PHYSIO-LAB
Part I

by Top895@aol.com

[The following story is fiction, and all names used are fictitious.  If
explicit adult material is illegal in your locale, if it offends you, or
you are under 18 DO NOT READ ANY FURTHER.  The story also describes use of
an electro-stimulation (TENS) unit.  DO NOT TRY ANY SUCH TECHNIQUES
DESCRIBED unless you have a thorough understanding of electrical
principles and have been instructed in the safe operation of a TENS unit!]

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Shelly Heath walked into the Physio-Lab, Inc. offices a little after four
p.m. on a sunny Thursday afternoon in early October.  Shelly was a 21 year
old junior at the nearby university, who was enrolled in the business
program.  Shelly was single, with no steady boyfriend at the time.

A flyer on the bulletin board in the student dorm where she was a resident
assistant had asked for volunteers for a grant-funded research program
attached to the university's physiology and physical therapy programs. 
The flyer had announced that students were sought for two to four hours of
their time so that various physical characteristics could be studied. 
Shelly had a bit of spare time on her hands, being the first part of the
semester.  Since she was athletic, she figured that the research could
someday help her and others with sports injuries and subsequent
rehabilitation.

Upon entering the clinic, Shelly was greeted by a receptionist, a pleasant
woman maybe a few years older than her, who smiled and handed her a health
questionnaire and a waiver form.  After filing out the usual health
history questions and scanning the waiver quickly (it all looked the same
no matter what form it was) she signed them and handed them back to the
receptionist.  After a brief wait as she read a health/fitness magazine, a
young man called her in.

"Miss Heath?  Would you come in please?" asked the pleasant looking young
man in a white lab coat, who Shelly mentally gauged to be about twenty
years old and fit.  Shelly followed him through the door to the right of
the receptionist and down a short hallway.  At the end of the hallway,
they went through another door with a sign saying "Authorized Personnel
Only."

Inside was a larger hall that was partitioned off with high cubicle-type
room separators.  As they began to walk to the left, Shelly noticed a low
murmur of activity consisting of various noises, grunts and low-level
conversation being spoken in short sentences...almost like commands.  Some
of the cubicles she passed had curtains stretched across the openings, and
a few did not.  As she passed one open curtain, she noticed a woman on an
exercise bicycle pedaling furiously and showing obvious signs of exertion.
 Suddenly Shelly noticed something odd...the woman was wearing only a pair
of skimpy panties and was completely naked from the waist up!  There were
some sort of clips with wires attached to her nipples, but it was unclear
what their purpose was.  Calmly watching the woman was a young man wearing
a white lab coat and making notes on a clipboard.  Shelly was about to ask
her escort what they were doing in that cube, but he suddenly pulled a
curtain aside and asked her to step in.

"This is where we'll be testing you today, Miss Heath," said the young
man.  Shelly noticed that the cube was about ten by fifteen feet in
dimension, with an exam table, a counter with various instruments on it,
and some other devices that looked like monitors and wires, etc., on a
rolling equipment cart.

"Before we start, we have to give you a quick exam to ensure you're in
good enough shape to be one of our study subjects," the young man stated. 
"Please take off your clothes and have a seat on the examination table,
and someone will be with you in just a few minutes," he said pleasantly. 
Shelly wasn't expecting to have to be undressed and examined, but then
rationalized that since this was a physiology study, it would stand to
reason that access to certain parts of her body would be necessary.

Without much of a thought, Shelly undressed down to her bra and panties,
figuring that would be sufficient.  She pulled back her auburn hair into a
ponytail, letting it fall over her taut, youthful body.  She prided
herself on her fitness, and was proud of her muscle tone.

She sat on the exam table, looking around at the sundry devices, wall
charts, etc., when she became aware of some muffled noises coming from the
adjacent cubicle.  She quietly slipped off the exam table and padded over
to the corner in her bare feet, trying to listen more closely to what was
taking place next door.  She saw a sliver of light piercing a separation
in the modular wall joint, and pressed her eye up to it.  What she saw
amazed her.

Off to her left was a girl who looked like she was Shelly's own age,
wearing a white blouse under shoulder straps of a dress with vertical pink
stripes.  She was holding a clipboard on which she was writing, as well as
a small black box which she cradled between her abdomen and the lower end
of the clipboard.  On the floor in front of the girl, and in profile to
Shelly, was a young man who was doing pushups and showing obvious signs of
exertion.  The boy was naked except for an athletic supporter, which gave
both Shelly and the young monitor a birdseye view of his clenched
buttocks.  Shelly blinked as she noticed a pair of thin black and red
wires leading from between his asscheeks to the black box held by the
monitor.  A similar pair of wires ran to the box from underneath the
jockstrap's pouch holding his genitals.

As she pressed her eye to the crack, she could see the young man straining
to squeeze out more pushups.  The young girl finished writing and looked
down at the boy intently.

"Keep trying, David...don't give up.  You know what will happen if you
give up, don't you?" asked the girl, with what seemed like an amused
smile.

"Y...yes, ma'am," David huffed.

'Ma'am?' thought Shelly.  He's calling this young girl 'ma'am'?  And what
was her comment all about, anyway?  Shelly was captivated by the scene in
front of her, even though she didn't completely understand it.

After squeezing out one last pushup, the boy collapsed to the floor,
huffing and puffing.  "I'm sorry, I just can't do any more!"

The girl looked down at him and shook her head slightly, as if to say, 'Oh
well, there's nothing I can do for him now.'  She repositioned the black
box on the clipboard and pressed a red button.  Immediately, the young man
on the floor before her jumped and yelped.

"OK OK OK.....here I go...I'll do more..." he blurted out in a rapid-fire
staccato, as he pushed himself back up into the leaning rest position.

"David, you know that I'm required to discipline you if you show a lack of
motivation.  Doctor Peters' orders, you know," said the girl with a smirk.

As David remained in position, the girl moved forward and bent down over
his backside.  With her free hand she parted his buttocks and made some
adjustments to whatever device was inserted in his rectum.

With her fascination at what she was seeing, Shelly failed to hear someone
enter her cubicle behind her.

"Interesting, isn't it?" said a female voice behind her.  Shelly jumped
and spun around to see a young female dressed the same as the monitor in
the other cube, accompanied by a young man of about twenty-four wearing a
white lab coat.  Shelly couldn't find anything to say, but now was acutely
aware that she was standing there in just her bra and panties.

"My name is John," he said, "and this is Cindy.  We're going to be the
research technicians who will be testing you today."  Shelly smiled and
said hello.

"Let me explain the volunteer program to you briefly," John said.  "Doctor
Peters is the senior supervising physician on this project.  I'm a
physiology grad student at South Central University and Cindy, like others
here, is a nursing student who also volunteers at the local hospital." 
'Student nurses?' thought Shelly.  'Aren't they a bit young and
inexperienced for this sort of thing, especially taking charge of nearly
nude volunteers their own ages?'

"Don't be concerned with what you've seen so far.  That has to do with the
exercise physiology project.  You will be part of the sensory/stimulus
study project.  No endurance testing for you," he continued with a
chuckle.  "But first, you have to have a quick physical so we can get some
baseline readings."

Cindy took Shelly's arm and guided her over to the scale in the corner of
the cubicle.  "OK, Miss Heath, I have to weigh and measure you for the
record.  I need you to remove your bra and panties now," said the girl.

"Why?  They don't affect my weight at all..." said Shelly before being cut
off.

"Miss, all our test subjects ask the same question.  Dr. Peters requires
totally accurate statistics, and our instructions are that height and
weight will be taken with our subjects completely nude.  Now please remove
your bra and panties for me," explained Cindy.

Shelly hesitated for a fraction of a second while she glanced over at
John, then with a sigh of resignation unhooked her bra in the rear and let
it slip over her arms and off.  She slid her thumbs under the elastic
waistband of her skimpy white panties on either side of her hips and
pulled them down to her knees, bending forward slightly.  She wiggled her
legs until the panties fell lifelessly to her ankles, where she stepped
out of them and kicked them off to the side where her other clothes lay. 
Now she was completely naked in front of these two young strangers.

"OK, Miss Heath, up on the scale, please," Cindy said.  Shelly stepped up
on the traditional doctor's scale where Cindy adjusted the weights on the
balance beam until they showed a reading of 125 pounds.  Cindy called out
the weight to John, who duly noted it on his clipboard.  Cindy moved
behind Shelly and placed one hand on her abdomen just below her breasts
and the other on her lower back just above the cleft of her buttocks where
she had a dimple on either side at the base of her spine.  Her hands felt
a bit cool and they were smooth.  It was a strange, but vaguely pleasant
sensation; she couldn't ever remember being touched like this by a young
girl.

"Now, I want you to stand up nice and straight so I get an accurate
measurement," explained Cindy as she pressed her hands inward to
straighten Shelly's posture.  Shelly had moved her hands forward to cover
her pubic area, but Cindy had pulled them back to her sides, telling her
to stand at attention.  When the top bar of the scale was touched to the
top of Shelly's head, Cindy called out the height of 5'6" to John.  Shelly
was then allowed to step off the scale, and went immediately to her
clothes and quickly pulled on her panties and began slipping her arms
through the bra straps before being stopped short by John.

"Woah, not so fast.  We're not done with the baseline vitals yet.  Leave
your bra off for now," he told her.  Shelly, who was starting to feel a
bit more comfortable thinking she could cover up, thought of protesting,
but remembered she had volunteered for this and mentally agreed to
cooperate.  She dropped her bra back down onto the clothes pile.

"Come on over here so we can get some vitals," John told her.  She walked
over to the exam table and began to climb up, when Cindy put a hand on her
shoulder, stopping her.

"We can do this all at once while you're standing right here," she said. 
I want you to  face the table and bend over it.  I suggest you grab the
opposite edge to keep yourself steady."
Shelly had never heard of this happening during an exam before, but she
already had the uncomfortable feeling that this examination was going to
be different.

Shelly faced the table and leaned over until her hands were at the
opposite side.  She felt Cindy's dress brush against the bare backs of her
thighs as she pushed Shelly's groin into the side of the examination table
and extended her arms fully toward the other side.  With a hand in between
her shoulder blades, Cindy pushed Shelly firmly down until her nipples
pressed against the paper covered cushion.  The cool feeling and the
friction of her nipples brushing the paper caused a tingling sensation
which began to embarrass Shelly.  She voluntarily pressed her breasts into
the cushion, hoping to hide their erectile state from the two technicians.
 Without further warning, Cindy's fingers slipped under the edge of her
panties and began to tug them down her legs and thighs, past her knees,
and finally down to her ankles.  Cindy raised the right foot and slipped
the panties off of it, leaving them circled around the left ankle.

"Spread your legs wider for me," Cindy ordered as she placed her hands
between Shelly's thighs and forced them outward until they were about two
feet apart.

"What's this all about?" asked Shelly nervously.

"We're going to take your temperature, pulse and blood pressure,"
explained John.  Since we do all three at once, it won't take long at
all."  

"You don't mean a rectal temperature?  I haven't had that done since I was
a kid, for God's sake," cried Shelly with alarm.  She began to raise up
off the table and turn around to speak to John about this, but he pushed
her shoulders back down and told her to stay still for the procedures or
they would have to begin all over again.

"Dr. Peters insists on accuracy in all our readings, as we've explained. 
The rectal and vaginal temperatures are the most accurate and least
susceptible to external effects or manipulation," explained John.  "Now,
we expect you to cooperate without further fuss, OK?"

Cindy had already brought over the blood pressure cuff and stethoscope as
well as several thermometers and a tube of KY jelly, setting them on the
exam table beside Shelly.  Shelly couldn't take her eyes off the
instruments, knowing they would soon be used to violate her private body
parts.

While Cindy began smearing KY over the thermometers, John picked up a
latex glove and pulled it on with a snapping noise.  He used the fingers
of his other hand to push down the glove between his fingers so the glove
was on tight.  He flexed the gloved fingers several times before holding
out his hand for Cindy to squeeze some KY onto his first two fingers.  

With his fingers all slick from the clear lubricant, he stepped behind
Shelly and waited for Cindy to spread her taut cheeks with her fingers. 
Shelly could feel his warm breath on her fine anal hairs, he was so close,
and she could feel her face turning red with embarrassment at having
complete strangers see her most private hole up so close.  She suddenly
felt the cool KY on the tip of his gloved finger lightly touch the outside
ring of her anus, moving in small circles all around the outside
edge....then slowly finding the center of her target.  His fingertip began
pushing in past her sphincter.

"OHHHHHH......do you really have to do this?  I don't think I can take
this," whined Shelly as she began to squirm.

"Yes, Miss Heath, I have to lubricate you for the thermometers.  Otherwise
they won't insert comfortably and you'll complain about that, too.  Just
relax and let it happen," instructed John.  Seeing that Shelly was getting
restless, he turned to Cindy.

"Cindy, go around the table and hold this lady's shoulders down for me,
would you?  I don't want her squirming around so much while I'm working."

Cindy went around to the opposite side of the table where Shelly's head
was and took hold of her shoulders.  Shelly looked up at the young girl's
eyes, and caught the sense of glee at being able to force this on her. 
The girl had a surprising strength, and Shelly felt her breasts being
pushed into the table cushion.

As she was being held down, Shelly felt her cheeks being parted again, and
this time the tip of the thermometer remained poised at the entrance to
her rectum.  She felt the cold silver bulb of the tip touch dead center on
her wrinkled hole and scrunched her anus in response.  After the initial
"wink" reflex, she felt the thin glass tube enter her behind...going in
all the way.  She thought that would be it, until she felt another
thermometer being inserted in her rectum.

"What...?"

"Relax, Miss Heath, this is standard procedure here.  We have to use two
thermometers to verify readings," said John as he cupped his hand across
both her buttocks and over the ends of both thermometers.  Shelly was
apprehensive that this was beginning to go too far, but in spite of that,
she felt some stirring in her groin.  Oh, God, how could she be getting
aroused at a time like this?

After four minutes was up, John slowly slid one thermometer at a time out
of her puckered hole and recorded the readings.  Almost as an
afterthought, the told Cindy to check her nipples.

"Cindy, would you check her nipples for me, please?  You know what the
sensors are like...see if they'll fit on her."

Cindy motioned for Shelly to lift her chest a bit, and slid her hand, palm
up, under her hanging breasts.  Slowly, she worked her way around each
breast until she felt the nipple.  She took each nipple between her thumb
and forefinger and rolled them back and forth.  Shelly's nipples were
tingling before, but now they were rock hard and perfectly erect.

"I think they'll fit just fine, John," she reported.  "They're very
responsive and seem long enough to fit into the terminals."

John finished making his notes, then returned to Shelly.  "OK, now I want
you to hop up on the table and lie down on your back for me."  Shelly was
only too happy to get out of that humiliating position and assume a supine
position on the table.  She felt relaxed now, feeling the flexible cushion
and clean white paper underneath her bare posterior.  She placed one arm
over her breasts and the other hand over her pubic mound, somehow thinking
that her modesty was being restored.

As soon as she assumed the position, John ordered her to move her bottom
down to the edge of the table and place her feet in the stirrups.  She
hated that position, remembering how exposed she was during her regular
gynecological exams.  She took a deep breath and slithered her butt down
to the end, and one by one raised her legs to rest them on the full-length
stirrups.  John adjusted them so they brought her knees back toward her
breasts and raised her feet.  Then he opened them wide, so she was
completely exposed.  Shelly had never felt the rush of cool air on her
asshole and pussy at the same time like she did now.  She saw Cindy
shaking down another thermometer, and wondered what that was for.

"Wait...you just took my temperature..."  Shelly blurted out.

"Yes, that was the rectal temp.  We are also required to take a vaginal
temperature as well to confirm the readings and add to our database,"
Cindy explained.  "Don't worry, it's painless."

Cindy went to the edge of the table and got right down between Shelly's
legs.  She spread her puffy lips nice and wide, then inserted the
thermometer until only about an inch protruded.  While the thermometer was
inside, Cindy and John both did an external examination of her genitals. 
They spread her lips apart and examined the pink, wet inner lips, poked
and probed and spread open her peehole, and finally found her clit.  They
pulled back the skin covering the little button and exposed the slick pink
swollen organ.  John grabbed it between his fingers and squeezed it
slightly, causing Shelly to twitch her hips.  Cindy giggled and told John
to quit it, as they would see enough of that later.  Shelly was certainly
excited...obviously related to the fact that she was naked and exposed to
these two young people.  But she was becoming more embarrassed and wasn't
sure she wanted to continue with this project.

When time was up, Cindy removed the thermometer and read the temperature
to John, which was again normal.  John looked satisfied as he reviewed her
chart.

(Continued in Part II)

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